Dead.

When Lin Yuchen had already fallen asleep, Qin Jun was still sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, he was not sleeping on the sofa, but practicing the "Bathing Snow Accumulation Qi Technique".

It was precisely because of this magical technique that Qin Jun's previous injuries had long since healed, and the warm current in his body seemed to be much purer than before.

After running for a few weeks, Qin Jun was surprised to find that the warm currents in his lower abdomen had shown signs of liquefaction.

For more than 10 years, he has been practicing this practice without stopping. Qin Jun knew very well that the airflow-like thing in his body not only made his physical strength, strength, and even his ability to heal himself after injury much stronger than ordinary people.

Now there are signs of liquefaction. What kind of changes will these liquefied warm currents bring to you?

Qin Jun slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, picked up a stainless steel dinner knife from the table, put it on his hand and twisted it slightly, the sturdy stainless steel dinner knife actually gradually bent, and finally snapped into two.

Sure enough, the strength in his hand was much greater, and after being injured this time, the speed of recovery was much faster than before.

Is that all those warm currents bring to me? Qin Jun looked at the broken table knife in his hand in confusion. He wanted to know where this exercise came from, who created it, and what kind of changes it would bring to him if he continued to practice it.

At this moment, the door lock suddenly made a slight click, the heavy door slowly opened, and a dark figure leaned out from behind the door, quickly glanced at the situation in the living room, quickly got in, and then closed the door again.

The black shadow walked into the house lightly, and he had just walked not far when he heard a snap, and the ceiling light in the living room was suddenly turned on.

The blinding light drove the darkness out of the living room.

Two men with yellow skin and black hair looked at each other.

"Friends. In the middle of the night, I went to the wrong room. Qin Jun held a half-sharp dinner knife in his hand, leaned against the wall next to the light switch, and looked at the person who suddenly broke into the room with an indifferent expression.

This is a middle-aged Asian man about 40 years old, he was born with a bear's waist and a tiger's back, a stable lower plate, a pair of thick hands, wide and thick hand bones, and thick calluses on both sides of the tiger's mouth. Wearing a black Tang suit, at first glance, his temperament is extraordinary and imposing.

"Speak human words." The middle-aged man didn't seem to understand the English spoken by Qin Jun, and as soon as he spoke, it turned out to be a Chinese sentence with a Yanjing accent.

"Are you from Huaxia?" Qin Jun frowned.

"That's a lot of nonsense. However, before you die, you can say more. Otherwise, I will be killed, and I can't say anything if I want to. The middle-aged man's eyes sank, and suddenly a killing momentum emanated from him.

Call! The middle-aged man moved, only to see his hands into claws, the soles of his feet kicked violently, and the whole person was like a hungry wolf, and he couldn't help but pounce towards Qin Jun.

Sou! Qin Jun raised his hand, and the broken table knife was like a sharp hidden weapon, roaring towards the other party.

But soon, the sound of the table knife breaking through the air stopped abruptly. The other party actually swung his head and bit the half of the knife that flew towards him with his teeth.

"Phew! Carving insect skills, also dare to come to the eye. The middle-aged man spit out the knife, put up his posture again, and pounced towards Qin Jun.

Qin Jun took a few steps back vigilantly, and now his wrist strength and arm strength had already exceeded the limit of ordinary people. The table knife he threw with all his might just now was not much slower than a bullet, and it was at such a close distance, if it was someone else, he would definitely be stabbed by the table knife, but the person in front of him not only did not dodge, but caught the fast table knife with his teeth.

It seems that the middle-aged man in front of him is not small!

"Humph! As I expected. It's just a showcase. When the middle-aged man saw Qin Jun retreating, he couldn't help but snort coldly, changed his claws into fists in mid-air, and slammed towards Qin Jun's front door.

This punch was strong, and the high-speed fist even made a snapping sound in the air. It can be seen that its power is extraordinary.

Bang!

Qin Jun didn't expect that this ship would encounter such a powerful Huaxia Kingdom master, and in addition to being surprised, he hurriedly raised his arm to block, and after blocking the opponent's iron fist, his body involuntarily took a step back.

Whew.

Without waiting for Qin Jun to stand firm, the other party's complexion sank, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue, and punched out with a dense and fast punch like raindrops.

Smack.

After a fight, Qin Jun, who stabilized his figure, made a side kick and quickly forced back the opponent's aggressive attack.

The two of them stopped at the same time, and the living room suddenly became quiet.

Hold your breath and concentrate.

It's a contest between masters and masters.

It's not just about your own kung fu, it's more about patience and even willpower.

Obviously, both of them on the field can be regarded as a master.

"Are you an ancient warrior?" The middle-aged man was the first to break the silence, and he was quite shocked. A pair of bull's eyes stared at Qin Jun who was three meters away, and shook his slightly sore arm. Don't dare to take it lightly.

"What ancient warrior?" Qin Jun stared at the other party's big thick hands in surprise. Just when he was fighting just now, Qin Jun found that the temperature on the opponent's fist actually made him feel hot. Moreover, the force of the shock from his arm made his hands numb.

"Young man, don't play dumb in front of me. If you're not an ancient warrior, can you stop my Fire Fist? The middle-aged man stretched out his five fingers, and then clenched them hard, and Qin Jun suddenly felt a scorching temperature from his fist.

Rumble.

The middle-aged man punched a row of wooden TV stands, and where his fist fell, the wood was quickly roasted to charred black, and sawdust was splashed everywhere.

"This?" Qin Jun's eyes widened, he had never seen that a person's fist could produce such a high temperature, just a moment of contact could bake the sawdust black, so how high should the temperature on his fist be?

However, what made Qin Jun strange was that although the opponent's fist looked very powerful, in fact, when he fought with the opponent, he didn't feel how terrible the opponent's fist was, it was just a little hot.

Could it be that those warm currents in the body are helping you? After thinking about it, Qin Jun couldn't find any other reason, and after a round just now, the warm current in his body was obviously decreasing.

"Humph! If you are not an ancient martial artist, then you are not worthy of being an enemy of the Liu family. The middle-aged man roared, and a fierce killing intent erupted from his body.

"The Liu family? Liu Yuanlin? Qin Jun's pupils shrank, it was actually someone from the Liu family, the four major families of Yanjing, and they actually chased and killed here.

"That's right. Anyone who offends the Liu family has to die. The Zhongnan man's eyes sank, and he once again swung out a big palm with ten thousand powers, and slashed at Qin Jun's throat.

[Don't wait, it's only here at night.] I can't bear it. 】